Memories of Matthew

I seriously have the worst luck ever. On Sunday night, I began to feel very ill. I got a whole bunch of phone calls at 12am from friends and Katlyn wishing me a Happy Birthday. Little did I know, my illness was going to become a horrible fever. On Monday, my birthday, I woke up feeling the same.. I felt like complete shit. That is exactly how things work for me, on my birthday, I get sick. I have to laugh at the irony.

Feeling the way I did, I still managed to show up to my morning classes, but I barely made it through the lessons. I spent most of my time trying not to pass out in my seat. Even Professor Jackson noticed my condition and asked if I was alright. After I got through the school day, I went straight to my dorm and passed out. I received even more phone calls throughout the day from people wishing me a Happy Birthday. But I was so out of it, I slept through everything, including the phone ringing off the hook.

I slept about 15 hours straight, and when I awoke on Tuesday morning it was worse. I tried to get up, but I was unable to move. I decided to stay in and miss my classes. My body was in so much pain. It felt as if the slightest hit or bump would break any bone in my body. Every part of my body felt weak, especially my legs. I could barely stand without them giving in. On top of everything, the room was constantly spinning. So not only did I feel like complete shit, but I had to feel this way and still try to keep myself from hurling. Fortunately for me, I couldn’t eat a damn thing, so there was nothing left for me to vomit.

When I couldn’t sleep, I watched T.V. I have never been so sick of television in my whole life. I never realized how many stupid shows actually exist. It seems like they will make anything into a sitcom or some stupid reality show. It was three days of misery. I tried writing, but every time I began, my head started to throb. My eyes felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets, so i quickly gave up on that idea.

The highlight of my three days of torment was on Wednesday. Katlyn actually came to see me. She brought me some soup, a get well card, and told me to start feeling better. It was nice of her. I never expected it. She also spent a couple of hours just talking to me, sitting on the edge of my bed. It was good to have her by. It took me out of boredom for a short period of time, but after she left it was back to the same shit.

After she left, I started to sweat profusely, but at the same time I was shivering. I was so cold. I was shaking so hard, I couldn’t tell whether I was just cold or having spasms. I put on two sweat pants, a long sleeve shirt, a sweat shirt, and began piling on blanket after blanket. I had so many covers on my bed it resembled a mountain of garbage at a dump site. I am surprised I didn’t suffocate under all the blankets, or at least sweat to death. When I woke up, I was completely drenched, but at the same time felt much better. Whatever it was, I must have sweat it out.

This morning, I had Intro to Psych with Katlyn. She is such a sweetheart. Since I didn’t show up to class on Tuesday, she took down an extra set of notes. She wanted to hang out after class, but I told her I couldn’t. I had a doctor appointment to try to see what was wrong with me. The doctor told me, “whatever it was, it’s gone now and that’s all that matters.” No shit, Sherlock. Some fucking doctor.